-pops Out Of The Grave Of School To Drop A Bunch Of Weirdly High Effort TWST Memes-

-pops out of the grave of school to drop a bunch of weirdly high effort TWST memes- 

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> reposted from my personal blog @mee-op

bridal carrying them (out of the blue)

.twst x gn!reader.

> you're doing this in private

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HEARTSLABYUL

riddle's first instinct is to stabilize himself as he feels his world momentarily turn upside down. his hand tightly clasps the front of your uniform and his face is cutely scrunched up as he prepares for impact. when he understands he's not going to fall, he slowly opens his eyes and sees you. of course it's you— it always is, isn't it? his face turns red for a moment before he realizes he doesn't have the heart to yell at you; he never has. besides, it's not like he dislikes the feeling of being carried like this (good luck trying to get him to admit it though).

ace lets out an undignified 'gah!' as he hurriedly wraps his arms around your neck in an attempt to steady himself. he's about to give it to the person who was doing this to him before he sees it's you. obviously, who else would it be? he seems reluctant as he makes himself comfortable, but you know him well enough to recognize that if he really didn't enjoy it— he would've pushed himself off by now (also there's the telltale blush on his cheeks).

deuce reflexively prepares to throw a punch at whoever's trying to catch him off guard until he recognizes you (thankfully before the punch). he puts his fist down and apologizes for almost hurting you, and only then he realizes his position. you— strong, beautiful, handsome you; carrying used-to-be-delinquent him like some sort of bride. as he hastily tries to remove the thought from his mind (he fails), the only thing you see is a flustered, pink-faced deuce staying strangely silent.

cater immediately grabs hold of his phone so it doesn't fall. before he even looks up to see who the hell lifted him up out of nowhere— he checks if his phone is okay (despite buying his phone covers from the twst ver. of casetify). when he finally checks to see who is currently carrying him and finds that it's you, he goes magicam mode and pulls out his phone to take a quick picture. when he's done, he gives you a kiss and asks if you want to cuddle on his bed as he talks about the latest drama.

you only get to see trey's shocked face for a second before he calms down when he sees you. he gives you one of his handsome half-chuckles and teases you for wanting to keep him to yourself. out of nowhere, he pulls out a little bag full of cookies he made himself; saying he always keeps some on hand, mostly for you. he wouldn't mind if you did it again, if his red cheeks are any sign.

SAVANACLAW

leona glares at you— furrowed eyebrows and looking like he's going to kill someone; until he realizes it's you. suddenly you see his eyes go soft before he quickly goes back to his resting-bitch face. he gives you his signature smirk (you know the one) and asks if you want something from him. whatever your answer is, it's not long before he makes himself comfortable in your arms; and if you try to put him down he'll hit you with his tail (gently).

jack hasn't been carried like this since he was a kid. he's always been big and strong— the one doing the carrying instead of the one being carried; so he doesn't know what to do in this situation. his ears are twitching and his tail is wagging like crazy. there's no way you don't see how much he's actually enjoying this; he just hopes you won't tease him too much.

ruggie stays completely still for a few seconds as you hold him, he's completely in shock— but it doesn't take long for him to shake out of whatever state he was in and immediately go to tease you. he'll let you carry him like this.. for a price (donuts and dandelions). but you don't miss the telltale twitch of his ears and pink face as he fidgets with his tie— something he does when he's flustered and shy.

OCTAVINELLE

azul is trying to act suave and flirtatious (he's failing miserably) as he looks up at you. he's desperately trying to push the image of bride and groom to the back of his mind— where he can think about it in his room and not in front of you; where you can see how much of a hopeless romantic he is when it comes to you. his signature business smile is wobbly and nervous, his face is turning purple as he feels blood rushing into his cheeks, and he silently begs you not to look at him right now, he might faint (though he supposes waking up to you wouldn't be so bad).

you get to see jade's shocked face (it's rather cute), a rarity for everyone except floyd and maybe azul. you don't have a lot of time to save this image of him before he goes back to his usual formal manner. his arm is on his stomach and he's holding his chin with an expression he usually makes when he's observing someone. he chuckles, saying you never fail to surprise him.

there's a few seconds of floyd staring at you, and just as you were about to put him down— thinking you might've done this at a bad time; he gives you one of his adorable dopey grins. he swings his legs back and forth (not so gently) and wraps his arms around your neck. you should try squeezing him as hard as you can— he can handle it (he'll probably enjoy it too).

SCARABIA

kalim's shocked for just a few seconds before he's beaming up at you— smile so bright you feel like you have to squint. he's talking about how strong you are, maybe you and him could work out together? and as a reward, he'll take you for a magic carpet ride all night! he'll convince jamil to allow it somehow.

jamil's about to knock you out before he realizes it's you, and he mutters something about how much you like to tease him. if you point out how flustered he truly looks (a side he'll only show to you), he'll try to hide from you with his hoodie. which is a bit hard to do when you're being bridal carried like this— he realizes. congratulations, you have front-row seats to seeing the one and only jamil flustered.

POMEFIORE

vil is about to (elegantly) push himself off when he sees it's you. he rolls his eyes -affectionately- at being the target of one of your antics and briefly wonders if you're spending a bit too much time with those rowdy first-years. he really wishes the two of you could spend more time together, but he supposes being carried like a queen by you counts. you don't miss the subtle way he snuggles into you, and you also don't mention the way his face reddens just slightly.

epel was so close to giving you a really hard punch, and he's still considering it when he registers how he must look to you. being carried like some sort of princess isn't the image he wants to put out about himself (despite there being no one else near the two of you). you don't dare mention how red his face is and how cute he looks like this— or else he might do more than just give you a punch.

rook praises you for your strength and asks if you would like to practice archery with him. two hunters in love, how romantic. he starts blabbing like he usually does after that, but don't be surprised when he bridal carries you in the future. he'll do it in public (unless you tell him not to), and it'll become a regular occurrence. he'd like for you to do the same to him, he rather enjoys the feeling of being in your beautiful arms.

IGNIHYDE

idia is in complete shock and stays still for longer than would be considered normal, but as soon as it registers in his overheated head that it's you, his hair and face go pink. he's quickly trying to find some type of way to hide from you— you'll have to calm him down. once his breathing is in check and his brain isn't completely haywire and he realizes how romantic this is... he faints.

DIASOMNIA

you get to see malleus' cute surprised face (a privilege). surprised is a bit of an understatement, really. no one's carried him like this before. he's heard of it, of course— but in the books, it's the princess being carried, not the dragon. he can't say he doesn't enjoy it though, and he won't hesitate to do the same to you.

silver looks up at you with those pretty eyes of his, and his puzzled expression is one to die for. once he gets over his initial shock, he asks what you're doing. when you say you just wanted to try carrying him like this— he's a bit confused but he doesn't question it. the only problem is that he's getting sleepy...

you're certain you're going to have trouble hearing with how loud sebek is, and it's a struggle to keep holding him with how much he's wriggling. but when you say you're going to put him down, all of a sudden he stops— he's still yelling about how you shouldn't do this (albeit much quieter than before) but it's easier to deal with than the moving around. it takes a while for him to calm down, and by then he's blushing so hard he looks like he's about to burst.

lilia gives you a cute giggle and a light kiss. he looks mischievous and in love at the same time— arms around your neck and teeth glinting brighter than usual; you realize he's eerily light. but he distracts you from the thought with the little nibbles he's giving your neck to the corner of your mouth. you don't know how you didn't realize sooner, but you find yourself looking up at him with his legs around your waist. his grin makes you feel like you've just been played, give him a kiss and he might be humbled (or not).

ROYAL SWORD ACADEMY

chenya snickers as soon as he sees you. you feel his tail wrap around your arms and his ears twitching in delight. he makes himself invisible to play with you, but it doesn't last very long. before you know it, he's rubbing his cheek against yours and giving you chaste kisses all over your face. he either has to lift himself to reach you or you have to lean down— both could lead to collapsing on the floor but that won't stop him.

neige lets out a light gasp and looks up at you with adoring eyes. he's always imagined this scenario in his head, and he's finally reenacting it. there's a cute blush on his face and he shyly looks away at times. he makes sure not to move so it's easier to carry him— no squirming or wriggling, he's looking at you like you're his world, you get to look at your pretty lover. 10/10 do it again.

first year gang (+ grim if that's okay) reacting to yuu/mc getting heavily injured in front of them and losing lots of blood? (mostly from overblot)

it can be plantonic or romantic

Another request to go ! Thank you for requesting Anon, I'm so sorry it came out so late. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I loved doing it.

Content : You get heavily injured in a fight with another overblot, how do the first years individually react to such a devastating sight ?

Warning(s) : mentions of blood and injury, reader is gender neutral so they/them, it can be platonic or romantic whatever suits your taste, might have cussing ? idk. Anyways, have a fun time reading.

First years reacting to mc/yuu getting hurt :

Ace Trappola

If I remember correctly, an insult was enough to make him worked up. He literally punched the living sh*t out of his dorm leader, so try imagining what would happen if you got physically injured.

His mind instantly snaps upon seeing you get hurt, he may sometimes act like a jerk. But no one hurts his best friend.

Especially you.

Loses his temper, will try to murder whoever is over blotting even if they're not mentally stable.

hell he isn't either, after they turn back to normal, he won't hesitate to slap them across the face and spit as many insults there is.

When you're brought to the school nurse, he isn't coming because he's not done with your attacker but Ace will shoot you an anxious glance.

Once you heal up, this guy will fucking scold you but he means good. For once you're not the mom of the group.

"What kind of idiot jumps right in front of strike ?! You're lucky we saved you or you would've been dead by now stupid-"

He's not nice about it cause you made him way too worried. He's supposed to be the one messing around, don't be so reckless especially if your life is at stake.

Doesn't mind fun but not the type of fun that's gonna get you killed.

"*sigh* just c'mere- Yeah don't ask why I'm hugging you, that answer is FAIRLY OBVIOUS !"

Deuce spade

Deuce is one of the first to check up on you and your injury, if you're unconscious he's going to repeatedly call out your name and beg you to wake up.

He's panicking, and he knows that it doesn't help the situation. But fear quickly turned into anger by the time you were put to safety.

"You...HOW DARE YOU HURT THEM ?! YOU SICK BASTARD !"

There goes that guy, rest his soul cause getting killed by deuce is the exact opposite of he died peacefully in his sleep.

after a couple days, you would be fully recovered and you can bet this blue haired ex-delinquent will be all over you.

He'll scold you too but not as much as Ace, deuce is a sweet idiot and honestly I love him for it.

Deuce is trying his best but he can't help being mad at himself for not being able to protect you, you're his best friend/Lover !

You need to reassure him that you're fine and that's enough, he's glad you're trying to cheer him up but YOU'RE THE ONE WITH A RUPTURED SPINE- HOW THE HELL IS THAT FAIR ?!

"Repeat after me : I promise.." "Deuce this is stupid" "NO, say 'I promise..?" "...I promise..." "TO NEVER BECOME A HUMAN SHIELD"

"...."

"Just do it."

"...I promise I won't become a....human shield..?"

Epel Felmier

Ok this man is loosing his temper. But like imagine the : you called him a girl temper, now reimagine that but then triple the anger.

Yup.

That attacker/overblot dude is dead, he's about to die.

Like Epel doesn't even need help he's already cowboying his way through- wait is that a damn lasso.

Destroying the whole area as if he was an active tornado just obliterating everything and everyone.

Epel is most likely to stand by this quote : "You mess with them/her/him, you mess with me."

Doesn't matter if you're just his friend or partner, that man has loyalty and he is going to tackle anyone in the stomach just for looking at you the wrong way.

He may look pretty but he is deadly, I can assure you that no need to test it.

He won't be panicking when you recover, he's just gonna be relieved you're ok.

Will probably pout a little cause you worried him so much but besides that he hopes that you won't pull a stunt like that again.

"I'm glad to see that you're doing alright.."

Sebek Zigvolt

Ok this one. Is pissed.

He's not gonna let that offense go, you and wake-sama are placed on an equal pedestal so it means that if you get hurt then that means the only suitable punishment to the cause is d e a t h.

Crocodile Sebek goes BRRRRRRRR-

Proceeds to annihilate the bastard, like have some fucking mercy dude- I have never seen a scrope pounding this severe in my whole entire life.

yeah no, the victim isn't getting up after getting his balls turned into a size eleven sneaker.

Sebek is gonna give you those 4 hour lectures when you wake up and there is no escaping it cause you got a leg turned into mash potato.

"And so that is why you should NEVER put yourself in danger EVER again-"

"EPel please save me"

"Where do you think you're going ?!"

🎶RUN FAST FOR YOUR MOTHER, FAST FOR YOUR FATHER~ !!!

RUN FOR YOUR CHILDREN, FOR YOUR SISTERS AND BROTHERS 🎶

🎶LEAVE ALL YOUR LOVE AND YOUR LONGING BEHIND-!!

YOU CAN'T CARRY IT WITH YOU IF YOU WANT TO SURVIVE~🎶

THE DOG DAYS ARE OVER-ER !!!

Sorry I got carried away, I just love this song so much T_T.

Running through the halls like a one-legged track star as students just hear Sebek yelling from the other side of campus.

Jack Howl

Ok he turns into big wolf boy the second he takes the sight of you getting hit and heavily injured.

He is going to eat that overbold guy alive, no questions asked.

He was baring his teeth before now he's full on destroying them into oblivion.

Man gets angry, growling was a warning until they crossed the damn line by putting you in danger.

"I WON'T FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS !"

Now it doesn't really matter wether he's your partner, best friend or some kind of family figure. Cause that man is guarantee the best guy to have around, like...LOOK AT HIM !?

he may act tough but he's a real softie that does his best to play fair and square.

No matter what you see him as, Jack is protective and looks after to you. Even more than you can do actually !

Once the fight is over, he's going to the nurse to check up on you.

When he sees that you're out of harms way he's gonna grumble a little bit.

"You really are reckless, don't pull a stunt like that again..Uh ?! No I wasn't worried ! You're strong, there is no way that kind of injury would be able to take you out anyway. But still...I'm glad to see you're alright."

I know this isn't very good, I'm sorry for not being active as much these days but since it's now the holidays. I'll be posting a lot more with how much time I got !

Thank you for reading !

hold me tight

→ cult! kanata shinkai x reader

↳ warnings: spoilers for meteor impact (?), mentions of cults and implications of abusive parents, a meltdown, nothing extreme happens but the future parts will contain yandere themes and unhealthier relationship dynamics.

↳ notes: 3.2k words. this takes place wayyy before the academy, tried to stay accurate to meteor impact, lmk if any warnings need to be added; ty keep in mind kanata is very much human just brainwashed; this is probably a prologue .. will edit this later

It was always just you and your mother.

That ended when you both suddenly moved far off from your hometown without so much as a word to anyone. Your mother swore up and down this would be the last time this would happen, that where you were going was a perfect paradise for the two of you to stay from now on.

And then, you were surrounded by too many people all at once when you had finally arrived; people clad in strange robes and wearing odd expressions. After a discussions between your mother and one of them, she was led away while you were held back from following after her by a gentle-looking woman who smiled at you far too falsely to soothe your cries and wails.

Upon entering this place grander than any house you had ever lived in, she was assigned as your guide.

From then on, Lorie never seemed to want to let you see your mother anymore after entering, always ushering you off to the morning sessions or to complete your daily chores when you were idle enough to request such things like visits or ask when you’d see her again.

You complied with her demands even if you wondered what she was doing without you around; you hoped she wasn’t lonely at least.

But as a child, you could only do what these people told you to. You were given to eat along with the other children your age after your prayers had been said, and it was never freezing inside nor did you have to be ready to leave at a moments notice during the night, so you didn’t mind it as much as you should have.

You figured you were happier here; warm with a full belly and more playmates than you knew what to do with.

Sometimes after supper had been served and devoured, your guide would come and tell you the stories of the god that came from the depths of the sea; how you were all here to protect him as the ones before him protected all of you in return, saving the people on this land devoted to him.

Just as the previous god did, and the one before, and so forth.

And so would the next.

“But… where is he?” You asked her one day, clutching onto her robes with curiosity glimmering in your eyes.

“If you offer your heart and your utmost care to him, he’ll be there for you when you need him most.”

… A pause.

“But if you’re lucky…” She paused for effect, a hopeful expression suddenly crossing her face. “—perhaps he will call on you for your help one day.” She patiently smoothed over the crinkled fabric when your hands ceased their grip; her smile as present as ever.

“And only then will you meet him. Do your best, okay?”

You nodded your head to her words, and she chided you to return to the devotees quarters along with the other children, figuring she had kept you from sleep long enough for tonight.

You bid her goodbye with a smile, and run off, much to her displeasure. You’d surely trip one of these days, maybe then you’d learn to listen to her warnings.

It wasn’t until some years had passed that you met that god she spoke of.

Your guide seemed overjoyed at the summons, all-too-eager to tug you away from your beloved companions and lower herself to your eye-level, speaking in a frenzied voice.

“You must be on your best behavior. He’s just your age, so you shouldn’t have any trouble getting along, just as you do with the others. Mind your tongue and stand up straight.” She continued to fuss over you, fixing your hair as quickly as she could while she lectured.

Knitting your brows together, you didn’t have a chance to clarify exactly who she meant, before two figures approached the both of you silently. Only then did it click that something was off, summons were never really good.

“They’re the best pick, I swear on it. They’re just what you’re looking for, can’t you tell? You won’t regret this.” She chattered away, but they didn’t seem to be listening to her words, instead starting to walk after glancing at you and giving you a curt nod.

She gave you a light push in their direction and you followed reluctantly after them, looking back at Lorie until you went down halls that stretched and twisted too far for you to see her outline as you walked with the two unfamiliar figures. You couldn’t tell their features due to the hoods obscuring their faces, which only proved to add to your nerves in flames.

They wore slightly different garments than all the guides you’d seen. The embroidery was far more symbolic and detailed, nothing you recognized at all, so you’d have to ask Lorie why that was once you returned. Swallowing down your questions at hand as best you could, you continued on.

Stairs leading downwards revealed an entirely different area in the foundation you had lived the past few years, and you soon reached a hall at the very far side of it.

The two had come to a halt before two large sleek doors, and you marveled at their size; golden carved handles placed in the middle and engravings splayed all over the wood surrounding them. Nothing like the simple ones up stairs, you noted. One pried them open, while the other motioned for you to go in and held the door open. Upon you entering, they took post and gave you a watchful stare as you turned your back on them.

Immediately you were greeted by large bamboo blinds obstructing your view of the middle of the room; a shadow of someone jolting up from what had to be a raised platform, their head previously turned had snapped around to stare straight ahead as if they could see through the blinds, peeking through the thin cracks.

The intensity of the stare made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, goosebumps rising on your arms as you threw a nervous look back at the two guards…? behind you.

“Open them.” The person behind the blinds spoke with a firm tone, but it didn’t seem directed at you, and someone stepped forward to part the blinds in half. Once seperated, you were able to finally see whom you had been taken here to meet.

On a cushioned platform raised to the height of your chest, stairs curled around it, laid a half-sitting up boy with long, vibrant blue hair. His green eyes bored into yours without relent, and filled you with an emotion you couldn’t quite identify aside from fear. The pit in your stomach grew, feeling put off by the large lavish room yet void of any other people aside from you, the strange boy, and the figures that had accompanied her you.

He raised a hand that beckoned you closer and you approached the stairs hesitantly, before he began to scramble towards you to meet you halfway; and only then did you realize the boy had been slightly shaking.

Not with fear, but… desperation. You could recognize it now, after spending your time in this religion; you had seen some often reflect his current state of being without being given guidance.

“What is your wish? What do you wish for?”

You froze.

“Tell me! What is it you want?” The boy repeated, his gaze remaining unchanged, and you got the feeling he was analyzing you for something you weren’t sure of. Your hand moved to grip at your light garbs, all the other children your age wore them, aside from the boy in front of you. Dressed ornately and more elaborate than anyone else you had seen in the institution, you got the feeling he resembled the portraits of the current god far too much for it to be a coincidence.

His hands dropped down to ball into small fists, knuckles turning white, the tense demeanor only served to further scare you; and you hurried to blurt something out.

“M-…Mother? I want my mother, to see her. That’s… That’s my wish.”

At your words, he shifted all of his attention to the remaining guard standing post. You weren’t even sure if he heard you, but the guard wasted no time at all to exit hasilty but not without direction. He remained taut like an arrow even afterwards, but he addressed you once more after the doors slammed shut resoundingly behind the guard.

“The devotee shall attain what is sought.”

It sounded as if it had been recited countless times before, but it made you feel a bit nauseous nonetheless. You asked for your mother, but you hadn’t seen her in so long, something felt odd. It was the only thing you could think of, suddenly face-to-face with the being that could pass judgement on you, or retribution on those that threatened the peace of those residing in the foundation.

Under his level gaze, you wringed your hands silently, not knowing what else to do.

You were only snapped out of your thoughts by the approaching footsteps of two people.

Your mother stared at the ground as she walked alongside the guard, wringing her hands just like you with a blank expression. The guard halted, and she raised her gaze upwards, settling on you both.

“Mom?” You climbed off the steps all too quickly, away from your god, carelessly made your way towards her with bubbling excitement and blind rushes of bursting happiness.

“Mom!” You immediately wrapped your arms against her upon nearing the two, pulling her into as tight of a hug you could manage. You weren’t sure what you had been so worried about earlier anymore, you couldn’t help the smile that bloomed over your face. She looked differently now, she had let her hair grow past her shoulders instead of cutting it like usual with dull scissors to avoid having it pulled; despite her nervousness, you thought she seemed less stressed than the last time you’d see her.

You felt so strongly such joy, your previously suppressed longing resurfaced suddenly, so strongly and threatened to overwhelm you as you were; you practically buzzed with content as you relished the feeling of holding your mother once more, her child could hardly contain their happiness much longer.

Yet, she never embraced you back.

She stood too still for you not to notice the lack of reciprocation after your head cleared, and you tilted your head up curiously to look at her once again, still caught up in your joy albeit calmer.

She stared at you right back with a sense of mute horror, and panic began to fill her widened eyes.

Your mother closed her eyes tightly for a moment, as if trying to endure the moment for just a little more, before she couldn’t take it anymore and shoved you off of her with a quick push. It was too rough for you to maintain your balence, and you fell backwards onto the smooth floor; letting out a pained grunt. The guards didn’t move an inch, but gave eachother a silent, knowing look.

She took two steps away from you, eyes trained on your fallen figure as she made no attempt to help you up.

Despite this, you ignored the stinging in your palms and reached your hands out to her again.

“Why…” She began, more steps away from you crumpled on the ground.

“Why did you call for me?”

Silence.

After a long beat,

“You look more and more like him—!”

You blinked. And furrowed your brows, trying to understand what you had done wrong. What happened? What was going on?

At your lack of response and her growing anger, your mother suddenly scowled and raised a hand upwards as if to strike you, and fear suddenly upsurged you once more. But before any painful contact could be made, she was suddenly restrained by the two guards; she struggled as best she could, her eyes not leaving you, as they began to drag her out of the room and down the halls. She yelled various things you couldn’t hear that well through the guard’s hand muffling it, but the tone was clearly soaked in resentment.

The doors slamming shut once again did little to reach you.

A lone trembling child remained on the floor, not any older than the one on the platform.

Tears began to slowly seep from your eyes quietly, trailing down your cheeks without end. And before you knew it, you began letting out small little sniffles that grew into choked off breaths, before you were fully sobbing by the end of it. The pain of your mother’s forced return stung your heart far too deep for you to remain composed, something you were always better at than the other children.

The boy’s clothes rustled as he pushed himself closed to the edge of his platform, but never stepping off it; his legs dangled over the edge and peeled out from plunder his long clothes, a red ribbon binding them together way past his ankles, like a mermaid’s tail. Not seeming to understand how things had gotten out of hand so quickly. Not seeming to understand why you were suddenly in pain, after he had granted your wish, puzzled by your sadness. A beat passed, before his trembling returned worse than before.

Panic was clear on his face, but you remained caught up in your grief until that fist came down onto the edge suddenly, snapping you out of your daze briefly with the loud bang. He beckoned for you to come closer once he had your attention on him, unmoving on his platform.

Your tear-filled eyes were roughly wiped by your still stinging palm, but you raised your head to nod. With unsteady legs, you pushed yourself back up and towards the set of stairs in front of him. At this, he pushed himself backwards into the cushions he had originally been resting on, sitting up to face you with his bound legs folded beside him.

Unsure of what to do, you took a seat in front of him. Heart still hurt, you only hated the fact you couldn’t run to Lorie right now.

You didn’t even know why you were away from her, you suddenly felt as lost as when you first arrived, just as helpless as back then.

Your god seemed extremely out of his element when faced with you in such close proximity, arms far too stiff and bent squarely to be useful in wrapping around you with an actual hug, but his limbs mimicked what he had seen you do to your mother; recalling how joyous you had been while performing the strange act. Without any understanding, he attempted to replicate the motion in order to hopefully pry that same emotion out of you once more.

“It is ‘okay’… No more…”

An unsure voice, but a clear attempt at consoling you.

That was all it took for you to crack again, far too sensitive to keep yourself somewhat calmed. With watery eyes, you held onto him tightly and crushingly, bawling loud and wounded cries until you could no longer find the tears to. His clothes had been long soaked by then, but he didn’t notice, or didn’t care enough to stop you.

When your fit had finally subsided, you found yourself feeling a bit better and… warm.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had cried so strongly, usually Lorie was adept at handling you before it could take a turn for the worst like just then. Letting go of ‘Kanata’, as you’d seen written and spoken various times by those higher in power than Lorie, always in deep and strict respect; you avoided looking at his face directly, only out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t bare to see if he had the same expression your mother had.

“I’m sorry… A-And… Thank you.”

Shame suddenly overcame you, and you scooted backwards to put some inches of distance between you two.

He seemed dazed upon separation, not having moved as best he could during your breakdown. A small, faint smile appeared over his face for a reason he didn’t dwell on. Although he had never been embraced so, the warmth remained as if to taunt him that it had left his reach, but he managed to control his urges to repeat the action to squeeze more of it. The feeling ghosted over his body despite this.

Kanata had asked the two high-ranking officials for someone he could help after a string of failures, pleading for someone to grant a wish for, and they had obliged with uncertainty if it would worsen his condition or improve it.

If only to soothe his torment over failing to cure one of the children, and end his hysterics, lest they need to seclude him for a while in the empty water tank. A wish so sincerely given to him, becoming soured with his inexperience, had proved enough to warrant his desperate request.

Now in his reach was someone he could help, someone he had already helped now after his blunder. This new experience cemented his position as a capable god once more in his mind after being shaken so disastrously, finally able to breathe without tight panic gripping at him. One failure had managed to uproot him entirely, and left him unable to cope as a young god.

As you gave him a wobbly smile, drying tears still staining your cheeks, you kneeled down in front of him with your head lowered to the floor just as your guide had taught you repeatedly without fail, the very picture of sincere gratitude.

You were both alone in the room, but you sensed none of the hysteria he was nearly thrown into from him now.

He paid no mind to the doors reopening, unblinking eyes remaining fixed on you.

“Devotee, your time has ended.” announced one of the guards, while the other furrowed his brow at you positioned closely in front of the deity.

“Escort them to the quarters. If you’re needed again, you will be informed through your guide. Pay your respects accordingly and you’ll return in time.” The first one acted on the others orders and approached to seemingly drag you off the platform, but a raised palm from the silent Kanata stopped him in his tracks immediately.

You nodded in understanding and faced Kanata once again, bowing deeply before following the guard out into the hallway; escaping his burning stare. He watched you as you retreated, until you fell outside of his sight completely. The remaining official repeated your last actions before excusing himself, leaving Kanata in the room alone to himself.

His hand reached up to clutch at his face shakily, far too much on his mind now, yet thrumming beneath the surface of it all was the sense of pure satisfaction, undeniable and certain contentment. Frantic nearly-incomprehensible mumbles spilled from his lips, shaky words of a barely-used voice.

He would have to issue new orders soon. This would not be the last time you meet, if only to stabilize himself more. He didn’t understand why he felt so strongly that you both could not part ways, but he didn’t dare to question it. He would do better now, he was sure of it.

It had to be, he thought as he looked down at his trembling hand and hardened his determination.

If this was your effect, you would need to visit him again soon. Perhaps as soon as possible in time for the next ceremony with the purple-haired boys family.

Kanata had wished for someone he could help. And in return, he was granted you.

"cuddle piles and kisses," twisted wonderland first years.

synopsis: after being invited to [name]'s dorm for a sleepover, the first years end up cuddling to sleep. before they fall asleep, [name] makes a point to kiss all of them goodnight - leaving them flustered before bed.

characters: ace, deuce, jack, epel, & sebek x gender neutral! reader

includes: nothing but fluff i think..?

note: the requests will be posted soon because there's a lot and i've had a really bad case of writers block recently.

dorm leaders react to the cuddle pile!

it was 2:48 am on a saturday morning. the first years were all in ramshackle for a sleepover that you had organized. you've done almost everything that you had planned to do except sleep. so here you were, with your first year besties cuddled up in a pile of blankets and pillows.

ace -- was to the far left of you, holding your hand while facing towards you. he wasn't cuddled up close to you because deuce was there. he was still satisfied with being able to hold your hand, an intimate thing he wants to do with you that he's only been able to fantasize. his thumb traced random letters and shapes on the back of your hand. when you start to doze off, he traces: i love you, and a bunch of hearts on the back of your hand.

deuce -- got one of the arguably best spots in the cuddle pile after epel. he was curled into your left side, lying his head on a pillow and your chest and his arms wrapped around you. he loved how close he was to you and he slept almost baby-like with how he could hear your heartbeat. it was reassuring, and each calm and rhythmic 'thump!' gave him more reasons to love you. (it also made is own heart beat a lot faster unlike your calm ones.)

jack -- was like a pillow shifted to the right. your was head on his chest and it was near his heart and he had to thank the great seven for letting him stay calm so his heart wouldn't beat 100 miles a minute. he enjoyed the feeling that you were relying on him partially. he even built up the courage to play with your hair/shoulders. he was like a masseuse! (his tail was also wrapped around your waist because if it wasn't, it'd be wagging a lot in satisfaction!)

epel -- had what everyone envied. he got the best place, the best pillow, everything. he got the lap spot. his head was laid on your lap as his hands were wrapped around your waist drawing shapes near jack's tail and deuce's arms. he soon realized he had the best spot in the cuddle pile. he got to use your lap and tummy as a pillow while being really close to you! your free (right) hand played with his hair and he loved it. (he was thankful for once that vil liked to keep his hair so soft.)

sebek -- was to the far right of you. he was facing the ceiling, but had no contact with you unlike the others. you offered him your hand which he declined because, "i don't need some pathetic human's hand!" but he did feel slightly upset when you pulled your hand and used it play with epel's hair. but when epel fell asleep you removed your hand from his hair and grabbed sebek's hand yourself, intertwining your fingers. he fell asleep much happier and more comfortable with the reassurance that you're there. he squeezes your hand gently on occasion, and if he's lucky, he get's a squeeze back.

you were all cuddled up nicely after this successful sleepover. you were all beginning to nod off before you remembered one thing that you absolutely wanted to do. you didn't know if they were sleeping and you defiantly didn't want to wake them up if they were sleeping. hesitantly, you say, "are you all still awake?"

small mumbles of affirmation came from each person to signal they were in fact awake. you smiled, the plan would work! you nudged epel, asking him to get up. he complied, although a bit grumpy he'd have to give up his thigh pillows temporarily. you removed jack's tail and epel and deuce's hands from your waist softly.

you crawled over to sebek first, leaning down to give him a kiss on his forehead. "goodnight, sebek. thank's for coming to the sleepover, i hope you enjoyed it! sweet dreams," you placed another one on his cheek. "g-goodnight, human. sweet dreams to you to as well."

luckily it was dark or else you would've seen the blush that painted his cheeks. sure, it wasn't a kiss on the lips but it was a kiss. he was ecstatic. his joy didn't show on the outside except for the blush, but his joy would show in his dreamland fantasies where he got an actually kiss on the lips from you.

you then turned around to jack. you kissed his forehead, they you ruffled his hair and gave affectionate scratches to his ears. he had to literally sit on his tail so that it wouldn't start wagging. he was so happy but he hid that. only a faint blush covered his cheeks.

"g'night, jack! sweet dreams. sorry you'll have to miss your morning run for this, but i hope you enjoyed it," even in the dark, he could see your sincere yet apologetic smile. "i enjoyed it so it's fine, [name]. sweet dreams and goodnight to you too." you kissed his cheek and then ruffled his hair and scratched his ears again. the wolf beastman hoped that because it was dark, you couldn't see his flushed cheeks.

you crawled over jack and deuce's body to ace, who was propped up on his elbows watching your interactions with the others. that means he was next and he was so excited! "night, ace. have sweet dreams, kay?" you gave two kisses to both of his cheeks and ruffled his hair playfully. "night to you too, [name]~" he cooed. although he seemed chill about it, his cheeks were hot from being so flustered.

you returned to you spot in the middle, where epel crawled back on your lap and deuce laid his head on your chest. you leaned your head over to the side to kiss deuce's forehead. "night, deuce," you kissed the bridge of his nose because you couldn't reach his cheek. "dream about me, 'kay?" you said it in a teasing tone, leaving his heart beating even faster and making his cheeks extremely red. "good n-night to you too, [name]," he says before yawning. he was defiantly gonna dream about you.

epel waited a few seconds before crawling up to your face. he had the best spot in the cuddle pile but he missed out on the best part of it! "where's my good night kiss, [name]?" he teased, but you could pick up the actually question in his tone despite being tired. "i couldn't get to you with deuce on me, but you just made it easier," he didn't understand what you meant by making it easier, but he found out when your lips connected with his cheeks.

"thank's for coming tonight epel. it must've been hard to convince vil, but i'm glad you did it. good night epel. have sweet dreams." you were about to lean in to deliver a kiss to his other cheek but he beat you to it. his lips connected with yours, giving you instead a good night kiss. "good night, [name]. i hope you have sweet dreams as well and liked my gift for inviting me." he gave a teasing smirk before crawling down and laying back on your thighs. he kissed your stomach a little before resting his head.

later, that morning, you were the last person to wake up. before you woke up, ace and deuce were yelling at epel because they witnessed him kissing you. sebek tried to stop them because he was annoyed with their yelling. jack, on the other hand, tried to stop them from yelling so that they wouldn't disturb your beauty sleep. they all (and would never admit this) thought you looked amazing while sleeping, they only wished if they took a picture of you.

they were all so very thankful that you invited them over for the sleepover. they had the most amazing dreams thanks to having the cuddle pile and your good night kisses. please do invite them for a sleepover again, [name]!

dorm leaders react to the cuddle pile!

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